A Child's View
"My Mommy hung the moon. She tied it with string. My mommy's good at everything. She lit up the sun, so bright and so round. She puffed out each cloud, stretched trees from the ground. When she pours down rain so it's wet and dark, I clump up on her like she's Noah's ark. She zaps out the thunder and makes lightening glow, then crayons for me a giant rainbow. She Feathered the birds. She taught them to chirp. She taught me to speak, my cousins to burp. She grows all the food and makes it from scratch... ...and when she bakes me cookies, it's a BIG MAMMA BATCH! She writes all the books. She made me TV. She drew every 'toon, boxed all DVD's. She webbed all the world, she dotted.com She e'd the email, my own CD MOM. My mommy's the boss, She drives in the pool. She cures all the sick. She works every tool She ZOOMS in the car, and boy, it goes fast! And those rocket ships, guess who made them blast? She flies al...